"So…you hurt yourself. Do you remember that?" Andrianna heard Daniella enquire.
She was the resident psychiatrist in hospital. And Andrianna knew what that meant, she was the doctor for the crazies. Which meant, that Daniella thought that Andrianna was crazy. Pursing her lips Andrianna looked at her. Objectively, she looked like a friendly woman. When you looked at her you thought, she is someone I can talk to. I feel like she will understand me. Andrianna knew better, that was probably a farce she put on with her wide smile and her laid back posture. A farce to diagnose what kind of crazy you were. She knew it when she looked into the oh-so-sweet doctors eyes. The eyes were the only thing true about her. They bore that look, much like the officer of having seen everything. Of how, nothing could surprise. Nothing could shake her.
Andrianna wanted to shake that core belief in the doctor of all knowing. She wanted to watch her mouth round and her eyes widen as she understood. Believed. Watched the Woman in Black.
A sigh left Adrianna's lips as she answered that she did.
She did not want to talk about it and she knew that she was going to have to.
"And why was that?"
"Because she made me."
"Who made you?"
Something dark flashed at the corner of her eyes. It was just for a second, so fast that she almost missed it. But, Andrianna knew she was here. She was here to watch the effect she has been having on her. Hear how she succeeded in making her miserable.
Andrianna pointed to where she had seen the flash of black veil.
Danielle turned around and proceeded to ask, "Who?"
"The woman in black."
Daniella faced Andrianna again. There was no judgment in her eyes.
Sympathy and understanding that was all that was there.
Andrianna let out a sarcastic laugh. One brimming with contempt.
"There are more things in heaven and earth, haratio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
"How do you know Hamlet?" Daniella asked. Taken aback by listening to a child quoting anything Shakespeare.
"I… I…. I don't know" Andrianna found herself fumbling.
"You don't?"
"Francis must have taught it, I suppose"
"You are not sure?" Daniella looked closer.
There was something in the way Andrianna was struggling to remember that intrigued her.
And that's when she saw it. The break through. She saw it in the panic that rose in her eyes as she struggled to remember. The growing distress and discomfort in them. The trembling of her lips.
"I…I remember her and yet I don't. I remember that she wasn't just a nanny to me, that I loved and I loved Marshall. That they were like my parents. I know she was killed and that I was there and that I gave a statement about how it happened the next morning but I don't know what it was. I think she made me banana pancakes when you went to the cabin with Marshal while an old song played because I dreamt about it. I am not sure because when I actually came to I realized that the woman wasn't Francis but the woman in black. I know Francis had long black hair and kind eyes. I know because she stood at her tombstone at the time of her funeral and recognized her. I know I am very sad and apathetic because I loved her but if you ask me what memories I have of her I draw a blank!" Andrianna exclaimed. Her voice raising with each word that left her lips and tears formed in her eyes.
She was confused.
She was lost.
Desperate for help.